FIRE, BULLETS AND BYCYCLES

ALL WIS QUIET IN DUNS SHED, BOOLIE WIS STOKIN’ UP HIS FIRE GITTEN READY

FOR HIS DAYS WORK AS A SMIDDY.  IT WISNA GAUN TAE BE LONG AFORE THE

PEACE WID BE SHATTERED . THE DOOR OPENED AND FA SHID WALK IN BUT THE

TWA LUMMERS UNCLE AND JOHN McLENNAN, IT WIS A RECIPE FOR DISASTER FIN

THIS TWA GOT THE GITHER AND TODAY WISNA GAUN TAE BE ONY DIFFIRENT.  THIS

ESCAPADE TOOK PLACE JIST EFTER THE WAR AND THERE WIS PLENTY O BULLETS

TAE BE FOUND ONY WYE DOON AT THE ROCKS AT THE BACK O’ THE SLIP.  BOOLIE

WIS GAUN ABOOT HIS BUSINESS NAE A CARE IN THE WORLD FIN JOHN SIDLED UP

ASIDE HIM, PITTIN’ HIS HAND INTAE HIS POOCH HE TOOK OOT A HANDFAE O’

BULLETS AND THREW THEM INTAE THE FIRE AND TOOK OFF AS FAST AS HE QUID

GO. WITHIN’ SECONDS THERE WIS CRACKS AND BANGS AWYE, BUT BOOLIE KERRIT

ON WORKIN’ BULLETS WHISTLIN’ PAST HIS LUGS.  FIN THE FUSILADE STOPPED THE

TWA LADS SNEAKED BACK IN TAE HEAR THE SWEARS O’ BOOLIE ABOOT THE

QUALITY O’ THE COAL!

LATER ON THAT DAY THEY SPOTTED BOOLIE’S BIKE LYIN’ OOTSIDE, SO THEY

DECIDED THEY WID TRY SOMETHING ELSE ON HIM.  KENNIN HE HAD AWFU POOR

EYESIGHT AND WIDNA NOTICE FIT THEY HAD DEEN THEY WENT AND GOT A

LENGTH O’ ROPE AND TIED IT ROON THE BACK O’ THE BIKE. AS SEEN AS THE BELL

GIED FOR THE END O’ THE DAYS WORK BOOLIE, NIVER ANE TAE HING ABOOT  SHOT

OOT THE DOOR AND JUMPIT ON TAE HIS BIKE, THE TWA LADS HAD LEFT A WEE

BITTIE O’ SLACK ON THE ROPE BUT FIN IVER IT CAM TICHT POOR BOOLIE GIED

FLEEIN’ OWER THE HANDLE BARS GIE NEAR BREKIN’ HIS NECK.  THIS TIME HE

KENT FA IT WIS AND HE GOT UP VOWIN’ VENGEANCE, BUT HE WIS TOO LATE THE

BOYS WERE LONG GONE